Attention: This was not written by me. It was written by TheFeatherQuill who had previously given her account to me a while ago due to problems she was having. However, as part of her request, I have re-uploaded this for her. All credit goes to her not me. If you have read this story, please know that she may be finishing it.

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Act 1 Scene 3

Magnus Bane was never one for attending school. He was just too cool for it. So it was surprising when he found himself sitting in one of the plush chairs in the main office of the Institute High School of Excellence. He sighed and slumped in his chair, but immediately regained his posture, for he believed that a good spine was the key to success.

His eyes wandered to the secretary sitting behind a white desk, furiously typing away on her computer. Magnus guessed she was most likely entering his data into the school's system. He was new to this school. Today was his first day, and he already didn't like it. He thought the walls were a little drab, lacking anything appealing to the eye. The hallways, in his opinion, made him feel as if he were walking through a prison. Maybe if they added tint of light blue to the walls, maybe a little glitter around window sills which would capture the sunlight well. And maybe a touch of-

"Mr. Bane," called a sharp voice from behind the desk, interrupting Magnus's thoughts. Sighing theatrically, he stood up, slinging his purple backpack over his shoulder. He walked over to the desk and looked down at the plump woman below. She was your stereotypical secretary: short blond hair curled around her ears and blue, cheetah print framed glasses hung from the tip of her nose. She wore earrings and blue shirt to match as well, which Magnus thought was utterly disgusting and made a mental note to tell her one day.

"Mr. Bane, here is your schedule," she said in a monotone voice without bothering to look up at him. "It is currently in the middle of first period so you'll be in Calculus right now. I'm assuming you can find where the room is?"

It was a stupid question. The Institute was big, yes. But it was numbered the same as all schools: 100s on the first floor, 300s on the third floor, and so on.

"Er, yeah," Magnus answered. "Is there anything else?"

"No," the pudgy lady replied.

Magnus turned to leave, not feeling like saying thank you to someone who didn't even look at him. But before he could open the door, the secretary spoke,

"Mr. Bane, as you know, the Institute has no strict uniform. However," she paused, finally looking at him through her bifocals, "I will have you know that it will be appreciated that you take note to keep within the boundaries. The Institute is a prestigious school Mr. Bane, and it shall not tolerate any disgrace."

Magnus smirked and walked out of the office. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He was dressed unlike anyone ever dared to. Striding down the hallway in hot pink skinny jeans, a bright purple v-neck shirt decorated with sparkles, which was short enough to show a glittery belt with the letters MB on it. His shoes were flamboyant as well for they were turquoise converses decorated with glitter paint. Magnus was literally a walking disco ball. And there was no way he was changing his style.

Having found his classroom, Magnus grimaced with the thought of Calculus. He couldn't wait until 5th period.

TL~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a miracle that Magnus was able to survive 4 hours of Calculus, Chemistry, World History and Latin. Only one thing was keeping him alive, and that was his excitement for 5th period: Fashion Designing. The only reason he had let his parents sign him up for this school was because of its excellent Arts and Fashion program. Often these students indulged in Interior Design, Photo Shoots and Costume Designing for the Theatre Department. And if there was one thing Magnus was good at, it was fashion.

There was also another reason he had chosen this school above all others. A certain childhood acquaintance of his was the head of the Arts and Fashion program. And he was dying to meet her. It was time to exact his revenge.

He made his way to the Art annex, collecting stares of wonder, awe, and "omigod who is that gay kid?" looks from people walking by him. Not that he cared. It amused Magnus. He enjoyed being different. As soon as he arrived in the hallway he was supposed to be in, Magnus thought he was in heaven. The bland walls suddenly became enveloped in swirls of color. Dazzling works of art and beauty had been weaved around all the classroom doors. This was his exact image of what he had wanted the school to be like. Magnus was home. Now it was time to find her. He glanced down at his schedule and saw that he was in the Costume Design class for the semester. This should be interesting he thought and entered the classroom.

As soon as he walked in, Magnus felt as if we had walked into a beehive. Swarms of students walked around the classroom, collaborating with each other. Others sat at their desks working away at sewing machines, trying to produce outfits of the utmost perfection. Magnus realized, as he saw all this, that it was all student run. This wasn't a regular student- teacher classroom. It was an interactive classroom made to accelerate student's imagination. Having noticed this, he scanned the room for any student who might be in charge. It didn't take him long to find him.

At the front of the room stood a Hispanic boy, probably around 5'7. He had curly black hair and caramel colored skin, much like Magnus's. He was giving orders to the other students and consulting with others about their work. Magnus made his way to the boy, who was talking to another student at the moment.

"Excuse me."

The boy held up a long, slender finger. "One moment," he spoke in a Spanish accent.

Magnus stood impatiently, examining his fingernails. He had already attracted many stares from people in the classroom. Some even looked intimidated. He couldn't blame them. They were staring at a 6 foot tall disco ball who had jet black hair spiked with glitter, and who had yellow-green eyes; which from a distance seemed like cat-eyes.

"Ok, what do you want?"

Magnus realized that he now had the Hispanic boy's attention.

"Uh, hi. I'm Magnus," he said.

The Hispanic kid didn't look surprised. "Oh, you're the new kid. I'm Raphael. Now then, I guess I'm going to have to find an assignment for you to do, but so far everything is occupied. You can ask any student if they need help or something. Other than that, just sit tight while I find something for you to do."

"Actually," Magnus replied, "I was hoping if I could talk to the head of the department?"

Raphael looked puzzled. "Who? Mrs. Vandertramp? That witch? Why would you want to see her?"

Magnus smirked. So his acquaintance wasn't the official head of the department.

"Um no, not her. The other one."

Raphael still looked confused, but then he slowly turned wide-eyed.

"Oh! You meant her." Raphael muttered something under his breath with distaste in his eyes and Magnus could tell that clearly, Raphael didn't like her.

"She doesn't come to school everyday, only Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays."

"Today is Tuesday," Magnus retorted.

"She also requires that you take an appointment in advance to meet her. She claims that she is "busy"," Raphael replied using air quotes.

Magnus smiled. Wow, she thinks she's a goddess already.

"Well, if you tell her my name, I'm sure she'll make an exception."

Raphael raised a fine eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"

Magnus grinned, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth. "Trust me."

The smaller boy shrugged and held up a slender finger. Then he walked out of the classroom. Magnus smirked as he thought of what the Hispanic boy had told him and his excitement grew even more. This was going to be fun.

Raphael walked back into the room, a surprised look on his face.

"She said she would meet you."

Magnus flashed him another grin. "I told you."

Raphael looked up at him in amazement and led him out of the classroom. He took him down the hallway and to the right where Magnus saw a black door at the end of the hallway. Gold paint covered the rim and graceful designs swarmed the wall around it. Magnus knew this was where she was.

"She's inside. But be careful. Others are dazzled by her. But in my opinion, she's a bitch."

Magnus smiled, "Glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks that."

He turned the knob to the door and walked in. The room was an oval shape, with a huge window opposite to him. In front of it was a desk, made of cherry wood he guessed. And sitting on a chair behind it, facing the window, was a girl with long, silvery blond hair.

"Magnus," sang the girl as she turned to face him.

Magnus smiled, not trying to hide the bitterness in it.

"Hello, Camille."

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